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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXVI. Melancholy
The Morrow’s Message
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828–1882)
‘THOU Ghost,’ I said, ‘and is thy name To-day?—
  Yesterday’s son, with such an abject brow!—
  And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?’
While yet I spoke, the silence answered: ‘Yea,
Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey,        5
  And each beforehand makes such poor avow
  As of old leaves beneath the budding bough
Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away.’
Then cried I: ‘Mother of many malisons,
  O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!’        10
  But therewithal the tremulous silence said:
‘Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:—
Yea, twice,—whereby thy life is still the sun’s;
  And thrice,—whereby the shadow of death is dead.’

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